::Basil opens the door to reveal Leroy's furnished apartment. It's basic but it's enough and it has no rats, as if there were any to begin with!::

"Here we are."

::Leroy smiles, looking quite impressed with his new place. His new place. He smiles some more just thinking about it.::

"Thank you, sir. I promise to keep it clean and be real quiet when I have people over--not that I'd have people over often. But when he--I mean, they, come...as in come over, I'll be as silent as a mouse."

::He flashes his pearly whites.::

(I have got to stop talking, I swear)

"Right... well..."

::Basil looks at the keys in his hand before he drops them into Leroy's.::

"Here you are."

::The man smiles in a good natured way before he leaves.::

::Finally alone with his clothes soaked in summer sweat, Leroy undresses and heads straight for the bathroom which, thankfully, is nice and clean. No rats, no roaches and all that is left is his naked self and that cold water waiting to fall on his tired shoulders.::

(Here we go...)

::He tries to turn the tap but it doesn't budge. Apparently, it's stuck.::

(No big, I'm just exhausted, that's all)

::He tries again, this time a little bit harder, and the tap suddenly pops with a sound that suggests he's broken something. No way. His first apartment, his first shower and he's already broken something! What a way to start out fresh in a new town.::

"Way to go, Leroy Blair."

::Cursing under his breath, he puts his clothes back on, grabs his keys and storms out into the Hallway hoping not to run into the landlord.::

::After bursting through the door in haste, Leroy fails to slam it back shut and instead rushes into the bathroom which--from the sound of things--is obviously flooded. Just like he thought.::

"Stupid ass."

::He tells himself and bends down to pick up the fallen toothbrush and soap that have been 'attacked' by the raging pipes. It's going to take forever to clean up the mess, especially with water still spilling out uncontrollably so he decides to snoop around and search for tools.::

(Which I would have thought of before, if I hadn't been busy being a screw-up)

::Apparently he's been that way for quite a while. He could almost picture his high school reunion with all his ex-classmates aka Jerkfaces from Hell, married with kids, successful and not screwing up 'cause some higher power favored them like they deserved it or something. And then him. Same old Leroy Blair who slept in class, slipped countless times in the cafeteria and got shoved against lockers.::

(Ah, the memories. Although with my newfound strength I'm guessing there'll be no more shoving going on)

::He considers the thought for a moment, just for a moment, then proceeds to search for a wrench.::

"Nada!"

::He exclaims as he takes his head back out from under the bed. There's nothing to be found except for a few dustballs and mushy love poems written by the former tenant. Like poetry could do anything to fix the pipes. He's been searching for quite a while now--he checked the kitchen, the living room, the cookie jar, but in vain.::

(This is getting me nowhere)

::Leroy sighs and brushes the dust off his clothing. And he hasn't even been able to shower.::

(Unless...)

::He goes back out to the Hallway.::

::Leroy enters, closing the door behind him. It's been quite a night and after wasting all his time, thinking up ways to get his shower fixed, he realizes that the thought will come when it comes.::

(And clearly it hasn't yet)

::He shakes off his shoes, his shirt then collapses on the couch awaiting sleep. It doesn't take him to long to get to it.::

(zZz)

::Turning to his side on the couch, Leroy awakens as the San Francisco sunlight meets his groggy face. He gets up, barely stifling a yawn, and goes to the bathroom which still looks as though it's been a victim of a huge battle between good and evil.
Sadly, though, this isn't the case. There's nothing to fight, nothing to focus his powers on and all that's left are broken pipes and an empty stomach.::

(A big blue whale's looking pretty good right about now)

::After finishing up his morning routine, he walks over to the kitchen and grabs everyone's favorite breakfast item of all time: milk and cereal. Not his favorite, however. If he were well-off he'd be eating out five times a week and living in a nice suburban home with picket fences and a hot neighborhood gardener to watch from across the street.:

(Make that a hot neighborhood plumber)

::He muses while watching Desperate Housewives on TV. If he only had a Mike Delfino of his own. Now that would be so good for his pipes and his...::

(...nevermind.)

::Leroy shakes his head and changes the channel.::

::About a half hour passes when Leroy decides to quit vegging and get some work done. He flicks the TV off, grabs his keys and heads out to the Hallway.::

::Leroy walks in quietly and for a minute, he just leans against the door and looks around, pondering his pathetic, lonely existence. Yet another uneventful night in his empty apartment. No surprise.::

(Couldn't even get the stupid shower fixed)

::He sighs.::

(Maybe it'll get better in the morning...)

::Halfway to dreamland, he takes off his clothes and gets into bed.::

(...my life. Not the shower. 'Cause showers don't fix themselves. Oh wait...my life wouldn't either. Fine. That's fine. I'll live. I just need that shower fixed. And a microwave. And paper towels. Cable. Everybody likes cable. Nudity and all. God, my brain is tired...)

::Leroy cuddles his pillow and rests his eyes.::

(Yes, it'll get better in the morning)